When Beauty Tamed The Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the moment he came to know his forced wife is none other than the same 12 years old kiddo, he amended his destiny. He fought all the battles to win her, making her lose the game of hearts. Their start was in pain, journey was in lies, but their love has wings. The Beast was tamed by The Beauty. The Beauty was caged by The Beast. The tale was as old as time, with selfish love of Beast, and the Amending Destiny of society's so called handicapped Beauty. They found their solace in each other’s arms. *She was in pain, and He was the reason of her sorrow.*

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

she warned with gritted teeth, yet Ruan just smiled tauntingly. “I will gladly receive my punishment later, My Luna!” “Beast!” “Well… they said I was. And they also say I am rough and unstoppable. Want a demo, baby?” Another scream escaped from her lips, echoing in the heart of the forest. Because indeed, he just proved her what kind of unstoppable and rough beast he was. They said Beauty can tame the Beast. Yet, sometimes, there are Beauties that is designed to awaken the beast in some men. And unfortunately, Kaliyah found herself in the later situation.

Even his destined mate was about to die if it wasn't his father who saved her. Could anyone have the power to tame Jaxon's beast? Could anyone have the power to calm and excite his beast? Could anyone have the enchantment that pulls him towards her like a magnet? If yes... Then How?

It wasn't the bedroom with toys or restraints where he was restricted to be just a man. I could see his beast rising to the surface, clearly pleased by my mark on his neck and that we were in his territory. It was like a wet dream come true. It was time for Beauty to meet the beast. My legs dropped from around his hips, and I moaned as my clit slid against the bulge in his pants. I stepped back, smoothing the fabric around my hips until it was neatly folded over my stomach, giving Tobias the full view of my bare center. "Are you going to come out and play?" My breasts were still on display, and I reached up, cupping them in my palms and pinching my nipples between the knuckles of my fingers.

I could tell by just looking at her that she would make an amazing Luna. "Luna?" Mira blurted out in surprise, staring into my eyes. "Yeah, and the mating gathering will be held soon; we will crown you Luna at the ceremony." She was still staring at me with confusion written all over her. "You should freshen up," I said to her. When she was done bathing, I gave her one of my shirts to wear. "You are beautiful," I blurted out the very minute she was done dressing up. Her burgundy red hair, her pale skin, and her petite body were driving me nuts. She was indeed one of the most beautiful wolves I have ever seen. I marked her, and that night I claimed her as mine.

Admittedly, as much as I try to hide it, it does make my throat go a little dry. Neil and Archer are fantastic lovers. Generous, yet demanding. Though the two of them vied for displays of power and speed rather than finesse. Beau’s swaying hips promised pleasures unknown, rocked out of me one sway after titillating sway. I hate to admit the thought is appealing and I’m horny again. It must be my werewolf healing ability, recovering me from one orgasm to the next. “Am I winning you over?” Beau asks. Some of the rage has simmered from his eyes now. In its place are sparks of mischief and confidence. He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he knows damn well that it’s working.

I wasn't in total shock hearing his confession, but his next words shocked me even more. "But I never knew that this beast would find his beauty." My breathing got caught up in my throat. A small smile appeared on his face for the first time. He smiled, and it wasn't a fake one. He stared at me with pure adoration and affection. "During all of this I've hurt you unintentionally and I regret it. I don't know how much you will hate me now, but I know one thing for sure, that this beast won't let his beauty go because this beast has crazily started to fall for his beauty."

I want him to keep looking at me like that forever. I tug at the waistband of his boxers. He watches, half-lidded and sloppy, like he’s drunk on me. When the elastic slips, his cock springs up, hard and heavy. He lifts his hips to help me pull them off, eager and impatient. He’s so fucking beautiful like this—danger in his jaw, want in his eyes.